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Can I ask for a pic about Damian and Jason fighting over Raven ?

A/N: I am assuming you meant fic! So here ya go! ;)

A/N2: @ms-meeseeks, I received your request and luckily this kinda sorta works with your request as well! I think….

Disclaimer: Don’t own Teen Titans. Not making a profit.

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ #8: “Take my seat.”OTP: DamiRae/RaeX

“I hate you.”

“Feeling is mutual, baby bat.” Jason sighed, taking another puff of his cigarette. He casually leaned against the yellow bus, brow furrowed as tried to look as threatening as possible.

Damian frowned, fanning the offending smoke. “This is a school zone.”

“I’m pretty sure half the kids here smoke.” Jason snorted, taking another drag. “I bummed this off the kid in green coat.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I could have jacked him up for it.” Jason shrugged with an unapologetic glance.

“You threatened him.”

“Don’t talk about my powers of persuasion.” Jason warned. “You made me do this.”

“Against my better judgement.”

“Dick and Kori would have gladly come along.”

Damian considered that choice for a full minute before he shut the thought down. Father was busy, Tim was annoying, and he hated troubling Alfred. He figured it would be nice to make Jason suffer, so he chose him to charpone his field trip.

“Why the hell did I agree to this anyway?”

“Because I threatened to tell-“

“Snitch.” Jason hissed.

“To tell,” Damian repeated a little louder. “ Father and Alfred about you firing your guns in the kitchen. I could tell them anyway.” Damian’s eyebrow rose in challenge as a daring smirk twisted on his lips.

“I will fucking kill you.”

“From the bullet holes in the cereal box, I’d say I have nothing to worry about.” Damian told him boredly.

“Don’t test me.” Jason warned. “You tell on me, I’ll tell Bruce you were too embarrassed of him to invite him to chaperone.”

“He’ll never believe you.”

Little fucker.

“Alright!” A soft smoky voice called.

Jason’s eyebrows raised with interest as he turned to the source of the voice. “Who’s that?”

“My English teacher.”

The woman stood on the curb holding a clipboard and pencil. Dressed in a fitted navy pin striped pants and a white blouse with a tastefully low ruffled neckline, she adjusted her glasses as she looked out at the students. “We’re going to start loading the buses. If you’re in homeroom A or B you’re going to be on bus number forty-three, homeroom C or D bus number sixty-six, homeroom E or F you’re going to be in bus seventy-eight. Special thank you to our chaperones,” Her eyes looked over at Jason, looking pointedly at the cigarette. “We wouldn’t be able to host this trip without you. Now, let’s make our way to the buses.”

“You’re English teacher is hot.” Jason whistled with approval. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’re not her type.” Damian rolled his eyes as they started walking toward their bus.

“Oh what type does she like?” Jason chuckled curiously, tossing his cigarette into the street.

“Miss Roth likes educated men.” The young Wayne started.

Jason bit his lip, fighting back laughter.

“Eloquent. Cultured. Law abiding. Not you.”

“But you?” Jason taunted.

Damian’s face flushed brightly as his paced quickened.

“Oh my god.”

“Shut up.”

“Baby bat is hot for teacher!”

Damian looked around him, making sure no one could hear him.

“Not that I blame you.” Jason wrapped an arm around his little brother’s neck as he pulled Damian ton him. “I’m kind of proud of you. You, surprisingly, have good taste. I mean she’s got nice-”

“I’m not going to talk about her like a piece of meat with you.” The teen grumbled pulling himself away as he stepped onto the bus.

“I was going to say hands.”

What the fuck ever.

“I can’t wait to tell Dickie about your crush.” Jason snickered. “Don’t tell this is why you joined the school newspaper?”

“It’s a literary magazine, and it looks good on college applications.”

Jason plopped down in the seat next to Damian. “Looking for some extra attention from teacher?”

“I really hate you.” Damian sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned back into the seat. He turned his gaze toward the window.

“Mutual, baby bat.” Jason nodded. Looking toward the front of the bus, his jade eyes carefully watched Damian’s teacher board the bus. “Miss Roth…” He spoke kindly.

“Yes?” The woman answered walking toward where they sat.

“Are you in need of a seat? Please,” He stood. “Take my seat, I insist.”

Damian’s brows rose suspiciously. He knew better than to think Jason was being noble. He, also, knew better than to assume that his brother was doing him a favor.

“Oh no,” Miss Roth smiled softly. “I’m sure I can find a seat in the back in the back or I can stand up front.“

“I insist.”

“Sir-“

“Jason, Miss.”

“Jason,” She started with a grin.

Damian frowned. She was falling her for it.

“I appreciate you’re offer, but I couldn’t possibly ask you to move.”

“Well, I’m sure Damian wouldn’t mind moving so his teacher can sit down.”

“Huh?” Damian questioned, confused.

“Oh no-“ Miss Roth shook her head.

“Damian!” Jason barked playfully, giving him a firm pat on his shoulder. “Where are your manners? Father, would be displeased at your lack of chivalry.”

The young Wayne sat, mouth agape and perplexed. What the hell was going on here?

“Off you go, Damian.” Jason pulled on Damian’s sweatshirt, ushering out of the seat.

“Really this isn’t necessary-“

“Of course it is.” Jason told her scooting to the seat by the window as Damian stood in the aisle stunned. “Damian will be fine with his classmates.” He grinned as he looked at his younger brother.

Damian’s eyes narrowed as he trudged toward the back of the bus.

The day wasn’t over yet.

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